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A local resident posted these photos, (which were actually postcards from 1933) of our neighbor’s house on our town’s FB page recently.
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It’s a beautiful old home which was once a rose garden farm.
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That must have been something to see. Can you imagine living next door to acres of roses? The scent would be heavenly.
Less fragrant but no less impressive? Our current neighbor’s vegetable farm across the street.
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There’s a long tradition of growing in my little part of the world.
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One of our favorite restaurants has been letting us down lately.
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And while the cocktails and atmosphere are still wonderful ( fresh blueberry mojito, yum!) the quality of the food has been going downhill. Garlic Parmesan wings? Dry and tasteless.
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Pricey pan seared scallops on risotto? Over cooked seafood on a soggy bed of mush.
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Burgundy braised short ribs? Chewy shoe leather. It all looked good, but wasn’t. So we’ve decided one of our favorite dinner restaurants will now just be one of our favorite watering holes.
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Cucumber and elderflower cooler? Yeah, I’m not giving that up.
And the regular bar crowd is a hoot.
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Mr. I Drink My Jameson With A Cover and A Straw In Case I Spill was back, and you have to appreciate a man who knows his limitations.
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I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that living in a rural town with numerous family farms, our local food bank would benefit from the bounty.
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But the quality and quantity of selection in our little bank makes my heart burst with pride.
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New Englanders have a reputation of being stand-off ish and cold but I’ve always known my Maine neighbors to be kind and generous of spirit, always willing to help their community.
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Look at those full shelves.
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And in case you’re worried about Fido and Fluffy?
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We have an organization that feeds them as well.
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And if that doesn’t put a smile on your face when thinking of my town, maybe this will.
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Feeding seemed to work. And they were happily reunited with their owners before long.
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Damn. So am I!
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It doesn’t happen often. Our house is too far away from the woods and they have to cross a long wide open space to reach the buffet.
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Matter of fact this is only the third time in twenty years we’ve seen it.
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But momma fox brought a baby to the buffet last night.
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And we were beyond thrilled. Baby is on the left, and as you can tell not a little baby anymore, but momma won’t risk them in the open when they’re small.
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I’m not a huge ice cream eater and normally don’t have any in the freezer at home, but I do enjoy a nice creamy coffee or mint chocolate chip cone now and then. And while those are my go to flavors I’m always game to try something different. Apple pie? Sure. Passion fruit sherbet? Why not. But there’s a line I’m not willing to cross and the following are on the other side of it.
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I won’t. And you can’t make me.
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Yes. Someone thought it would be a good idea to make eggplant ice cream.
And may I just say…. they were wrong.
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Miller brewing company? Your dishwater beer is bad enough.. what were you thinking?
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Tobacco smoke ice cream? For the love of all that’s holy, no.
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And when it comes to this? They really shouldn’t have.
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Did someone pull a frozen wiener from their freezer one day and think… wow. Let’s put a stick on that and call it dessert.
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I have two words.
Why?
And yuck.
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Facebook is always trying to sell me something. And since it depends on algorithms to choose the items … I have to wonder why it thinks I need organic underwear.
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A free range bra? That’s an oxymoron if ever I’ve heard one.
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High impact? Exactly how much impact do they think my girls experience…
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My car seats do not need a body guard. If I’m man enough to spill a drink while driving? They should just man up and take it.
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Okay, they’ve got me here.
Those are adorable.
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You might not be able to use it, but these things must be shared.
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No, not the Walking Dead kind… just zombie viral genomes. They don’t have a tv show but are still pretty impressive.
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That’s one bad ass prehistoric goldfish.
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There’s an America’s Best Restroom contest. How did I not know this? What are the categories… most comfortable commode? Most elbow room in a stall? Most stylish tampon dispenser? I need to know!
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Am I the only one who finds this disturbing?
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There’s good news coming ‘round the bend.
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It’s a raspberry type of thin mint without the mint. Sign me up!
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We stopped into an uninteresting restaurant the other day because we were in an area we didn’t know. The atmosphere was lackluster, the meal uninspired… but the fresh seafood chowder with crab, shrimp and haddock? Perfection! I’d go back just for that.
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And I have to admit the restroom sign made me grin.
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I think that’s an advertising bridge too far.
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Of course.
Because when I’m craving comfort food… kale, quinoa and soybean ice cream really hit the spot.
Not!
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Our chuckers are social eaters. They happily munch alongside deer, skunks and raccoons.
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And yes, wild turkeys as well.
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Until said turkey gets a little too friendly.
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And is chased from the buffet for the duration.
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